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• crAdLe luLLAbies ■ 



By EUGENE f IELX) 

WITH An 

INTRODUCTION W 
EDWIN- 
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C?^HE twinkling stars that stud the skies 
^O TKfougKout the quiet night. 

Are only precious little eyes 

Of babies fair and bright; 

For when the babies arc asleep, 
^ An angel comes and takes 

Their little eyes to guard i nd keep 

Until the m rnmg breaks. 

So, in the sky and on the eart , 

Those little eyes divine, 

With quiet love and twinkling mirth, 

Through all the darkness shine. 

The golden and majestic moon 

Beholds these baby eyes, 

And, mother-like, she loves to croon 

Her softest lullabies. 

Her gentlest hushabies. £. F* 



Copyright, igog 
By the Canterbury Company 



LIBRARY of CONGRESS 
Two OoBies Received 

WAV 6 IKOS 

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The tAbLe of contents 



INTRODUCTION . . . . 


7 


DUTCH LULLABY . . . . 


9 


JAPANESE LULLABY 


13 


NORSE LULLABY . . 


15 


CORSICAN LULLABY . 


17 


ARMENIAN LULLABY . 


21 


JEWISH LULLABY .... 


23 


CORNISH LULLABY 


25 


ORKNEY LULLABY 


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The Introduction 

THE s'weetest songs tne worla has ever 
heard are tne lullaDies tnat have teen 
crooned above its craales. The music 
^/"Beetnoven and Mozart, of Mendelssolin &* 
Sckumann may perisn, but so long as motkers 
sing their babies to sleep the melody of cradle 
lullabies tviU remain. "^^ Or all Englisk and 
American writers the one \vno sang most often 
and most exquisitely tnese cradle songs was 
Eugene Field, tne children s poet. His verses 
not only nave charm as poetry, but a distinct 
song quality and a naive fancy that is botn 
cnildlike and appealing. '♦^ Tnat tney ^vere 
-wriften out c/^ Eugene Field s deep and genuine 
love of children and out of Kis sympathetic 
understanding of their -wondering minds is 
evident from tne fact that kis lullabies kave 
taken a nign G^w^hat seems to be a permanent 
place m tne Avorld s classic literature of child- 
hood.^^ Remembering this, it is rather surpris- 
ing tnat the present volume is tke first collected 
edition <7/^Eugene Fiela s lullabies ever published. 

£. 0. G. 



:: DuTCH LULLabY - 

Wynken,Btynken, and Nod orw. ni^fit - 
Sailed off ia a ys^oodcn skoe <^>:^ 
Soiled on a river of misty light , 
^^ Into a 5ea of dew ♦ ^wish?" 

^ Where ore you goin^, and what do you^ 

The ol3 moon asked the three . 
^^Wc have come to fish -for the herring-^h 
That live in this beautiful sea ; 
Nets of sUver and gold have we ! '' 
Said Wynken, 
Blynken , 
and No6. 

The old moon louohed and sana a song, 
As they rockea in the wooden shoe. 
Ano the \:^ind that spm them all n^ht long 
Ruffled the waves of dew . ^>2--;>.2-^. 
The little stars were the herrlng^fish 
^^ That lived in that beautifiii sea. 
Now cost your ru2ts wherever i|ou wish. 
Never ofeoid ore we''; -thi*ee; 
So ericd the stars to the fishermen^' 
Wynken ♦ 
Bliinken , 
ondNod ♦ 



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All nl^kt Iciig their nets they threw ^ 
To the stars in the twinkfina foam-^ 
Then down from the skies come tnc wooden- 
Bringing the fishermen home ; shoe, 
Twos all so prcttjs? a sail, it scemea -t'J-t^ 
As if it coiud not be , ^drccaweA 
And some folks thought 'twas a dream the)?'^ 
Of soihng that bcautifiil sca^ .three ; 
But I shall name you die fishermen' 
Wynken , 
Blynken , 
and Nioi. 

Wynken and Blynl^n are two little eye^. 

And Nod is a littk head , -^-■:--^-:>^* 

And the wooden shoe that sailed doc skieJ 

Is a wee ones trundle -bed . ^ 
So shut t|our eyes whUe mother slngS 

Of wonderflil sights that be , -^p^ior 
And you shall sec fixe beautifiiL things 
As you roek in the misty sea jkcce ; 
Where the old shoe roeked the iishermetr 
Wynken , 
Blynken . 
andNoS . 



Japanese Lullaby " 

■Sleep t UttU pigeon , and -fold your KVingsr 
,>/ little blue pigeon witK velvet eyes ; 
Sleep to die singing of modrcr-bircl swinging' 
Swinging Ac nest where her Uttle one liS. 

Away out yonder I see a star, -^ 
Suvery star witH a tinkling song ; 

To tiie soft dew faUing I hear tt catling'' 
Calmig and tinkling the night along • 

In through tiic winclow a moovJbeatn comes," 
Little gold moonbeam with misty wing5; 

All silenay creeping, it asks ;'ls he sleeping-,. 
Sleeping cavb dreaming while mother sin^^T 

Up from the sea there floats a sob ^sKorc, 
Of the wai;^es titot arc brcolung upon the^ 

As dtough they were groaning in ongiush^utoniijjri 
Bemr>amng the ship that shall come no more. 

But sleep, littie pigeon, and fold vour wings,^ 
Little blue pigeon with mournml eyes ; 

Am I not singing?- see, I cmi swinging -; 
Switiging mc nest where my darling Ucs. 



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"NORSE LuLIaBY 

The ^ky is clark axxi li\c kiUs ore wktte 'S^ 
A5 the stonri'lun^ speeds from the north te-nl^U; 
And dii5 is the sona the stonn-kina sings, 
As over the world ms doak he mn^s ; x 

**Slcep, sleep, little one, sleep ? '' 
He rustles his wings and aruffHy sings ; 

**Sleep , Uttle one , steep . '' 

On yonder moimtoin^side a vine ^ ^>:^ 
CUn^s at live foot of a ntother pine ; 
Ihe vtee bends over the tremhUng thing, 
And only the vine can hear her sing ; 

"Sleep , sleep , Uttle one, sleep ; 
What shall you fear when I am here 7 
Sleep, Uttle one, sleep/' 

The king may sing in his Htter flight , 
The king may croon to the vine to-night; 
But the little snowfloke at rtv^ breast 
Liketh the song I sing the best ,- tc 7C 

Sleep, sleep, Ume one, sleep ; 
Weary thou art , onext my heart , 

Sleep, little one , sleep ♦ 



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corsicAn luLLAby 

Bambino in his crcuUe slept ; ^ x 
And by his side his grondam arim 

Bent down ax\^ smiled upon the cnlld, 
And sang this lullaby to hitn.,- 
This ''xvLXvaoi com^ awxymxa *'! 

^*\Vhen ihou art older, tkou shall mind 

To traverse countries for and wide, 

And thou sholt 90 where roses blow x 

And balmy waters singing glidc^ 

So x\xwna axv3i cxtuyxxyxa i 

And thou sholt wear, trimmed up in points 
A famous jacket ed^ed in rc6 , a: 

And, more thoji that, a peaked loot , 
All decked m gold , upoiv tivy head- 
Ah ! ninrux and anninia ! 

*^Thea sholt thou carry gun axvd knife, y 
Nor shall the soldiers bully thee ; 
Perchance, beset by wrong or 6cbt , 7c 
A ntighty bandit thou sholt be 
So runna axui curuumoi \ 



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*No vcortvan yd of our proud race x 
Lived to Her Fouj*tecntK year unwcb; 

The brazen churl that cycb a girl x 
Brouglvt her the ring or paid fu5 hcab' 
So niruva and anixluia ! 

But once canxc spies (1 know the thieves!} 
And brought disaster to our race ; 

C^ob heard us whcrt our fifteen mcru 
Were hcuxged witliin the market-place 
But nintia aixd onuinia ! 

'CJood men they were, my babe, and true/ 
R,ight worthy fellows all, and strong; 

Live mou and be for them and me x 
Avenger^ of that deodb^ wrong ^ 
So uinna and annmxa I '' 



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Armenian LuLLAbv 

jLlf thou wUt close thy drowsy eyes , ^ 
My mulberry one, my aoldea stta ! 
The rose shall sing titec utUaHcs 

A/W pretty cosset lamblun ! ^->-^^>-' 
And tnon sholt swing in on. ohnoniti'ce, 
WUlt a flood of moonbeams rockin5 thee' 
A 5iU>er boat in a golden sea ^ ^r^^'-r-' 
AAy own velvet love, my neslling dox^e, 

T^ AAy own pomegranate blossom. ! 
he stork shall guard tliee passing well 
AU night, my sweet \ my dimple -feet ! 
And bring thee myrrk ax^ aspKodel , 

hAx gentle ratrt-of^ spring time ! 
And ror thy slumbrous ploy shall twitte 
Tlie diamond stars witk on emerald vine 
To trail irt the waves of ruby wine " 
My myrtle bloonv, my heart's perfomc, 

AA\y Utile chirping sparrow \ 
mJ when the mom wakes w^ to see^ 
My apple bright, my $ovlc$ deliahtJ 
The portrloge shall come ccdUng tnce-^ 
Yes t thou snolt know \vhat my5ter>> ties 
In the ometiiyst deep of the curtained Mes, 
If thou wiU fold t% cmyx eyes, ^-z-^^>^ 
Voyx wakefiil one , you naughty son, 
you cooing little turtle » 



: JEWISH LULIaBY : 

A^ harp 15 on tkc wiUow^trce , ^ 
El5e would I sing , O love , to thee >i 

A song of long-ago -- 
Perchance ^ 5ong ttiat Mirionv sung 
Ere yet Judea's heart was wrung 

By centuries of woe . 

I cAc tny cru5t in tears to-day , x 
As scourged I went wpon my wcw - 
. And yet my darling smileo ; 
Ay, beating at my breast, he kuighed- 
My anguish curdled not the draught- 
Twas sweet with love, nv^ chtul ! 

The shadow <£ ^^^osc centuries lies 'k 
Deep \xv thy dark and mxmmftiL e^cs- 
But, hush I qxxiSl dose ihem. now; 
And in the dreams that thou 5halt ^cam 
The light of other days shall sc^fini 
To glorUy thy brow ! 

Our harp is on the willow'tree , x 
I have no song to sing to thee > x 

As $\xadovif$ arovutd us roll ; 
But, hush and sleep, cmd thou sholt hear 
Jehovoks voice that speaks to cheer 

Judeah^s fainting soul 1 



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CORNISH LULIaBY : 

Vjut ott ^i^e mountairv over the towiv 

All nigkt long , oU ni^ht Umg , <r-^-?-' 

The trolk go up and ti\c trolU go dUnvn, 

Bearing their pocks and crooning ascmc^; 
And this is the song the hUl-fotk croon. , 
As th^ trudge in the light of the mistpwiwn; 
This is ever their dolorous tunc ; -r^-r^ 
''Cjold, gold! ever mare gold/ 

D Bright red aold for Oearie ! '* 
eep in the hia the ycomaxv deWes 
All night long , all night lonn ; <>s-:-' 
None but thc^ peeping .iurtive e&e5 
See his toil and near his song; 
A^rrlly ever the ccwern rings ^r^-r^ 
As merrthf ever his pick he swings , 
Aiid merrdy ever this sot\g he sings ; 
**C}old, gold ! ever inore gold,^ 

MBrignt red gold fcr dearie^ I '* 
other is rocking thy lowly bed ^7^^:^ 
All night lorw , all night long , 
Happy to smooth thy curly head /ot^f 

And to hold thy hand and to sing lier^ 

'Tis not of the hiU-folk , dwarfed ana 0I6, 

And the burden It bcorcth is not of gold; 

But it's "Love, love- I-' nothing but love/ 

Aether's love for dearie ! '' 



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: ORKNEY LULLaBY : 

A niocnbcam floatctk from tkc skies ^^ 
Whispering rHeigho^ my dearie ! 
I wcitUi spin a web before your eyes " 
A beoutinil web of sUver UgHt > ^?^i-T^ 
Whereia is many a wcmdrous sight ^ 
Of a radiant aardert leagites away. 
Where me softly tinkling ItUes sway , 
And the snow-white lambkins are at play; 

AHeigho, my dearie ( '' 
brownie^ stcolem fronv the vine, <jo 

Singing /'Heigho, my dearie I 
Ana wUl you hear die song of miner 
A song of the land of nvurk axvi ntist 
Where bideth the bud tiie dew hath Idst? 
Then let the moonbeam's web of light 
Be sptm before thee silvery white , o^ 
And I shall sing the livelong night/ 
-p Heigho^ nvy> icaric ! '* 
I Ke nignt wind speedeth from the sea, 

Murmurittg/'Heigho, my dearie ! 
1 bring a mariner's prayer for thee ; 
So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes. 
And die brownie sing thee luUabtes ; 
But I shall rock thee to and fro , -s? 
Kissing the brow he lovetlv SOf ^trow; 
And tJie prayer shall gttard diy bed,P 

Heigho^ my deoi-ie ! 



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O let tKy little eyelids close '.. 

Like flow'rs at set of sun, >; 

And tranquil be thy soul's repose, 
My precious weary one ! 
The still and melancholy night 
Is envious of thine eyes, 
And longs to see their glorious light 
In yonder azure skies. 
The daisies wonder all the while 
Why all is dark above. 
And clamor for the radiant smile 
Of little orbs they love ; 
And lo ! an angel hovers near 
To bear thine eyes on high. 
So sleep, my babe, if thou wouldst hear 
The music of the sky — 
Sweet nature's hushaby. E, F, 




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